you throw your fists in temper.
direct your hurtful words at me.
you wish I wasn't there,
And I remind you of too much.
I remember the days when
we could stand hand in hand,
without the threats and worries
with out the broken pots and pans.
But you can't seem to remember and
you blame everything on me.
you hit me and you beat me,
and throw your painful words.
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Author:
Willow_Wander (
Offline) - Published: April 14th, 2018 06:28
- Category: Family
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Comments1
Families are just a pain in the ass, they're just plain weird to be honest. Don't let them get you down
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